Hey, sewer rat may taste like pumpkin pie, but I'd never know 'cause I wouldn't eat the filthy motherfarker. Pigs sleep and root in shiat. That's a filthy animal. I ain't eat nothin' that ain't got sense enough to disregard its own feces.

God Bless America, where a shot gun is always handy if you have to settle an argument over a cut of meat.

In Canada, the argument would go on until the debators would get drunk and forget what they were arguing about. In the morning, they would be polite to each other, trying to hide the fact that they couldn't remember a thing.

This kind of thing doesn't happen just out of the blue. The guy who was killed was probably a huge asshole who always said dumb shiat to get a rise out of people. The other guy had just had enough and shiat got real.

AverageAmericanGuy:This kind of thing doesn't happen just out of the blue. The guy who was killed was probably a huge asshole who always said dumb shiat to get a rise out of people. The other guy had just had enough and shiat got real.

Most people that ascribe to this form of entertainment (myself included) typically have a better read of the people who's buttons they are pushing. It's also possible that since pork, the perfect meat, was involved, that this was a serious discussion and the results were justified.

Le Bomb Suprize:AverageAmericanGuy: This kind of thing doesn't happen just out of the blue. The guy who was killed was probably a huge asshole who always said dumb shiat to get a rise out of people. The other guy had just had enough and shiat got real.

Most people that ascribe to this form of entertainment (myself included) typically have a better read of the people who's buttons they are pushing. It's also possible that since pork, the perfect meat, was involved, that this was a serious discussion and the results were justified.

It wasn't until I no longer lived in STL that I realized a pork steak was not a cut of meat you could get at a butcher any where else. Or that provel was not the only cheese you put on the crackers when you made pizza.

Don't Lag Me Bro:God Bless America, where a shot gun is always handy if you have to settle an argument over a cut of meat.

In Canada, the argument would go on until the debators would get drunk and forget what they were arguing about. In the morning, they would be polite to each other, trying to hide the fact that they couldn't remember a thing.

Le Bomb Suprize:AverageAmericanGuy: This kind of thing doesn't happen just out of the blue. The guy who was killed was probably a huge asshole who always said dumb shiat to get a rise out of people. The other guy had just had enough and shiat got real.

Most people that ascribe to this form of entertainment (myself included) typically have a better read of the people who's buttons they are pushing. It's also possible that since pork, the perfect meat, was involved, that this was a serious discussion and the results were justified.

sweet-daddy-2:Le Bomb Suprize: AverageAmericanGuy: This kind of thing doesn't happen just out of the blue. The guy who was killed was probably a huge asshole who always said dumb shiat to get a rise out of people. The other guy had just had enough and shiat got real.

Most people that ascribe to this form of entertainment (myself included) typically have a better read of the people who's buttons they are pushing. It's also possible that since pork, the perfect meat, was involved, that this was a serious discussion and the results were justified.

skinink:Hey, sewer rat may taste like pumpkin pie, but I'd never know 'cause I wouldn't eat the filthy motherfarker. Pigs sleep and root in shiat. That's a filthy animal. I ain't eat nothin' that ain't got sense enough to disregard its own feces.

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Because I'll leave you this little nugget. You have never worked a pig farm, are ignorant on the subject and should STFU!

madden101:Mrtraveler01: We take our pork steaks in St. Louis very seriously.

I came to say the exact same thing, verbatim.

Same here.

I came up here from living in the South most of my life. I went back down to visit my grandparents, who are only an hour from Texarkana, and offered to make some barbeque pork steaks. "Pork what?" was the response I got. I got the same response when I went to the local butcher shop until the old guy who ran the place came in from lunch. Turns out he was stationed near St. Louis in the Armed Forces. He cut the rump roast into steak for free and even offered some pork brains for free. I took them to be polite (never turn down free food in the South, no matter what it is). They "accidentally" fell into the dogs' dish when I got to the house. The dogs didn't even want to eat pork brains.

skinink:Hey, sewer rat may taste like pumpkin pie, but I'd never know 'cause I wouldn't eat the filthy motherfarker. Pigs sleep and root in shiat. That's a filthy animal. I ain't eat nothin' that ain't got sense enough to disregard its own feces.

This is a bone of contention between my father-in-law and me. He says not to worry about trichinosis and insists that swine raised for mass consumption are raised in environments that are a lot cleaner than they used to be. I refuse to believe that and cook the chops until they are grey all the way through.

For those who don't live in St. Louis, the proper way to cook pork steak (sliced pork butt) is to grill them quickly then put then in some sort of pan with about a gallon of BBQ sauce (yes, we buy BBQ sauce by the gallon here) and a beer. Let simmer for hours and hours until you can pick a clean bone out of the sauce.

clivecusslerfan:This is a bone of contention between my father-in-law and me. He says not to worry about trichinosis and insists that swine raised for mass consumption are raised in environments that are a lot cleaner than they used to be. I refuse to believe that and cook the chops until they are grey all the way through.

Your father-in-law is correct - it's science. Do yourself a favor and enjoy some chops that aren't cooked to leather.

Pfffft Those non-St. Louis people don't know what they are missing..Yummy yummy pork steaks cooked onthe grill with a little sauce..Then tossed into a pot of warm sauce and cooked a little more, then served..Mmmmm...Of course with Maul's...Sweet N' Smokey preferably..

You realize this is the second time in a week someone was killed over a FOOD PRODUCT in this area?

Noodling. You find a spot in shallow water where there is probably a catfish (under a log, etc.) and you reach under and grab it. The most secure way to grab it is by the jaw, or to reach far into the mouth and out the gill, not unlike your curled arm is a fishhook. Typical hick stuff.

It's illegal for sporting or safety reasons in some places. You could get hurt and drown, yeah, but imagine if you spotted something big wiggling under a log, then reached down to stick your fist in this fella's mouth:

That big guy would eat your arm like a fried shrimp. You could find these around a lot of lakes and ponds. The big ones are much older or well-fed, snappers can live up to 200 years old in the wild, and 100 years might be expected in the wild.

Don't Lag Me Bro:God Bless America, where a shot gun is always handy if you have to settle an argument over a cut of meat.

In Canada, the argument would go on until the debators would get drunk and forget what they were arguing about. In the morning, they would be polite to each other, trying to hide the fact that they couldn't remember a thing.

99.99% of arguments in the US would end up the same way. It's that .01% you hear about on Fark.

Mrtraveler01:Le Bomb Suprize: AverageAmericanGuy: This kind of thing doesn't happen just out of the blue. The guy who was killed was probably a huge asshole who always said dumb shiat to get a rise out of people. The other guy had just had enough and shiat got real.

Most people that ascribe to this form of entertainment (myself included) typically have a better read of the people who's buttons they are pushing. It's also possible that since pork, the perfect meat, was involved, that this was a serious discussion and the results were justified.

We take our pork steaks in St. Louis very seriously.

Yes, yes we do. You failed to mention the correct pronunciation is "park stakes".